Have a great weekend and honor the brave men and women who put it all on the line to defend America and the world. Pull for BP and the topkill; there needs to be a limit to selbstschadenfreude. Consider, for just two things, the pelicans and the dolphins. When we get to the point where "shorting the biosphere" seems like a good play, we have surely lost our minds completely.
Lines from a great mind about the nature of overload and the failure to appreciate the beauty of the world, which is how we get into these jams:
| THE WORLD is too much with us; late and soon, | |
| Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; | |
| Little we see in Nature that is ours; | |
| We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! | |
| This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon, | 5 |
| The winds that will be howling at all hours | |
| And are up-gather’d now like sleeping flowers, | |
| For this, for every thing, we are out of tune; | |
| It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be | |
| A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,— | 10 |
| So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, | |
| Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; | |
| Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; | |
| Or hear old Triton blow his wreathéd horn. h/t William Wordsworth |
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